the mythical encounters of a blocked writer questing her way through reality

Wide was the landscape, a beautiful coloured plateau surrounded by the harsh dark grey of ruthless summits, that reached for the clouds and sang with the wind. It was my landscape, a place I once built for a story, a place, where I was sure no one could come close to us, without being noticed.…

Breathing got strange these days. No matter how much I tried, every breath started to sound like a sigh. I was sitting down at the Strudlhofstiege in mild January-weather and sighed my song. I hadn’t heard from my own muse for days and as a golden shimmer lit the wall, I couldn’t believe my luck.…

It was a nice gesture of the sun to try to break through the clouds, although just a few beams actually made it to the ground. I couldn’t sit still, so I was jumping around at our meeting point in front of the Stephansdom. Why was I so stupidly nervous? As I turned around, Ronin suddenly…

I never knew how reassuring something contradictory can be, till I sat opposite Ronin in a room full of people. With every welcoming smile, with every clever joke, with every warm gesture that opposed the impression, I had of the pale knight, the certainty grew, that I had been right. This man of the real…

“Describe him to me”, my muse said with her lovely look of catlike curiosity. “Perhaps we can find out together, how you know him.” I just told her, that I recently met a guy, who looked so familiar to me, but I couldn’t tell why. I just mentioned this encounter in a side note, but…

“So, what shall I do with all this love-fuelled energy?” The girl, that asked that question, was sitting right beside me on a bench in a lovely little pavilion inside the maze of the lost hearts. She leaned her head against my shoulder and repeated: “What shall I do?” It was my third time in…

I sighed and sighed and sighed. The words I typed in the computer just wouldn’t connect themselves properly. No magic could evolve from this sentences. I felt the demon of frustration sitting down next to me and making itself comfortable to stay for a while. Time to sigh again. A whirlwind of golden magic ripped…